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letra de habitual - young korgy

[intro – young korgy]
picked up some habits
since i started this rap sh-t
haha
this is all about it

[verse – young korgy]
don’t get me wrong, i love mom and dad
i wish i was the kid that they wish they had
but instead, they got my little bro for that
me, i just rap, i do a few drugs, and i hide that fact
’cause i don’t wanna deal with all the judgment
chop another line, wait ’til the drugs hit
molly, coke, lean, xanax and weed
lsd and a lil’ morphine, ’cause i’m a drug fiend
and say what the f-ck you want about me
’cause i don’t really care, boy, i’m introverted
a negative opinion of me, is inverted
h-lla lost, but a boss, like thе prince of persia
gotta lotta sh-t goin’ on in my cerеbral
professor x with the flex, like i’m in cerebro
rhymes and my habits are dope, should be illegal
sasuke uchiha with the sh-t, no emo
k!llin’ my soul, but i’m barely still here, bro
i’m a weirdo, hated by a lotta folks
call me a loser, but i’m k!llin’ like kaliko
sayin’ any emcee sh-t to me’s invalid, doe
[chorus – young korgy]
’cause the way i do drugs and game out and rap is habitual
do it so often, that sh-t is a ritual
love paintin’ pics with words, see the visual
celtic, not a pict, but an irish individual
so you know i got the green tree, no decidual
and despite my affliction, the fam is indivisible
the way i do drugs and game out and rap is habitual

[verse – young korgy]
what you know about wakin’ up, passed out in the tub
’cause of too many drugs? with the xanny, i’m in love
i be f-ckin’ with others, ’cause i got to experiment
lines of the bam-bam, feelin’ like a pirouette
so much energy, i’m cherried like a cigarette
and i be downin’ beer bongs, don’t f-ck with triplesec
molly got me lock-jawed out like kodak
and that’s pure sass, i’on’t f-ck with dope trash
never been a meth-head, but tell me where the lean at
got the baby bottle, full of purple like a gear set
mix it with the sprite then i’m slumped like three 6
where is the bud? i can never get enough
sip it ’til it’s gone, like yela off that stuff
then i get “that hit!” coughin’ like i’m done
but nevermind that, pass that sh-t again
you know i’m finna hit it ’til it’s dust
[chorus – young korgy]
the way i do drugs and game out and rap is habitual
do it so often, that sh-t is a ritual
love paintin’ pics with words, see the visual
celtic, not a pict, but an irish individual
so you know i got the green tree, no decidual
and despite my affliction, the fam is indivisible

the way i do drugs and game out and rap is habitual
do it so often, that sh-t is a ritual
love paintin’ pics with words, see the visual
celtic, not a pict, but an irish individual
so, you know i got the green tree, no decidual

[verse – mcclain]
here’s the ritual, hit the blunt and that is not habitual
i’m the p-ssin’ bull, smashin’ tracks with stronger visuals
my bigger bro’s a saint and i’m a f-ck up, here’s the kicker, fools
i’ve never done a f-ckin’ thing, that’s how i get ridiculed
i’m sick of it, i’m wishin’ all the time that i was dead
take your f-ckin’ gun and pull the trigger to my head
we’re livin’ in “the matrix,” so it doesn’t even matter
stop the chatter, listen to my tunes and watch the brain matter scatter
from a solid form into a liquid matter in a matter of minutes
matter of fact overcomes a matter of opinion
and the facts that i be droppin’, you’re too dumb to comprehend
’cause the media and trap has turned you all to minions
i’m a diamond in the rough, ’cause i don’t give a f-ck, ‘bout the money or the fame
just a love for the mic and a love for hip-hop and the bars and the game and a hate for the lames
i ain’t got a lot of drive, grippin’ fabrics of the past just to stay alive
lightin’ up another blunt, just to keep the high
get faded ’til the problems that’s related are dissipated and gone
the smoke has innervated my brain, body and lungs
and stimulates the pain ’til i lay, i feel its calm
we the bomb and we k!llin’ it, you dumb if you ain’t feelin’ it
you thought my verse was done, but i came with the realest sh-t
i never quit, grip rock on my wrist watch
tick-tock, runnin’ out of time to save hip-hop, it’s fadin’
emcees? a dyin’ breed and please don’t blame the og’s
it’s not their fault, for this bullsh-t, i blame the fans
feelin’ like an outcast in the stands
outkast in my earbuds, thinkin’ fast and i break fast
mumble rappers get back, ‘fore i break that ass

- young korgy

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